Seth just ICQ'd me, asking if he could send some copy to a client. I responded positively, assuring him that there were no "this bitch is crazy" comments sprinkled throughout.
There was a pause, and then he voiced his disappointment that I hadn't said anything funny. I blamed it on the sobering effects of the handful of Reese's Pieces that I had just consumed, reasoning that no one's ever seen E.T. doing standup.
So now you know the kind of pressure that I face every day. If that was combined with the pressures of being famous AND rich, I'd be checking my ass into a South African "facility" too, shrieking, "IT'S A CELEBRATION, BITCHES!"
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